Upon Heads (regress)


Oh it is not always for us to see

What gets flushed out into the open

Depends where you’re standing

Obedience will have it’s perfect result in this we can trust

We serve a Lord who is not bound by our definition of “fair play”

But whose ways are above ours’

And who is Holy, Righteous and Just

The arena is His alone

We may keep the grounds

Work the stands

Catch a glimpse or two

The spectacle

The spectators

The maintenance crews

cleaning up after the ticker tape parades

The culling underway

Who shall go?

And who shall stay?

For all our boasts of false bravado

Hold no sway

Not while…

Men with heads covered prophesize

Women with heads uncovered chastise

Scattered gone our own way to hunt and gather


in being torn apart 

as prey



A Glass

Originally posted on justhappeneduponthis:

(This poem is the property of Anthony Gomez of Moncks Corner, South Carolina…but he delights in putting it out that people might look long and hard. Thanks AG.)

Fallen from Jacob’s ladder
into Jacob’s well
The maidens fair

I poured myself
a glass of fire

Took a backwards step
yet surged onward
moved beyond sight
crept in the light of day
slid swift…

under a veil of night

Poured a glass of sand
stoked embers of imagination
a glass of solid glass
lay heavy in my hand

Poured a glass of knowledge
yet inhaled deep of ignorance
throat hot dusty and dry
yet heart…
a clear cool mountain stream
a rapid litany of rationalizations
an ice cap ‘pon a sleeping volcano
a misstep well aware of the futility of lies

Poured a glass of understanding
eyes swelled…
then ruptured from the pain
poured a glass of…

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Prophetess Of Haught

Originally posted on Salvoes in Faith:


Your voice breaks as if you are crying

Sadness and despair

You say you want The Lord to save you

But how is it that you can cry without tears?

You draw close to us

Sensing something you cannot understand

It baffles you…

The peace within

Though all around is breaking, pain, crumbling

You want the same

How many more ways can it be explained?

You say you’ve called on His name

But things remain the same

And now the claws and fangs of bitterness and resentment

As if we were to blame?

You’re looking for a miracle

Where faith does not reside

And pride dictates

While you record

For the journal

Many words for “WORD”

Yet not a kernel of change

Find it not strange?

And now this knowing grin

A smug twisted smile and a verse from 1 Philippians


At that.

But nothing’s changed

Still no change of…

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Daubers Beware!

“walls of salvation”: message gone missing

You’re hearing your spirits

No inkling of mine

Your comfortable pillows

Your surfeit of wine

You utter a burden

But it is a fraud

Your people are careless

And far from their God.

The peace that you utter

Is no peace at all.

You flee from sound doctrine

You’re ready to fall

The walls that you’re trusting

As Zion’s defense

Are crumbling and white-washed

With putrid pretense.

And folk rush to hear you

The touted “now” word

But you are clear bankrupt

Your message absurd.

And I will soon visit

And pull down your wall

And leave you defenseless

With no strength at all.

The evil then follows

And rolls ‘cross your land

And you’ll miss my favour

Once closely at hand.

Oh had you just waited

My counsel to hear

You would have stood valiant

With nothing to fear.

Ezekiel 13

I Can’t Resist A Good Challenge!


A madman fer’ sure, but with a lot a’ guts and a lotta’ heart and of course “unshakable hope!”
God Bless!

Originally posted on Unshakable Hope:

Ice Bucket Challenge Donations Top $100 Million in 30 Days compared to $2.8 million during the same time period last year (July 29 to August 29).

Mary looked at me like I was crazy when I told her that I wanted her to dump a bucket of icy water over my head.
“You might gasp and breathe in water and choke,” she warned. But after a few days of prodding she finally agreed to play her roll in the Ice Bucket Challenge. I was hoping that the ice cold water being poured over my head would cause me to jump out of my chair and run, like my Australian friend, Phil, but (SPOILER ALERT) unfortunately that didn’t happen.

Seventeen years ago, almost a year after being diagnosed with this horrible disease known as ALS, I was asked by MDA to participate in the local portion of the Labor Day…

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No Copy-Cats, Please

I looked again yesterday at the book God’s Generals (1996) by Roberts Liardon. It provides biographies on a dozen pioneers of 20th Century Pentecost, and their successes, challenges and stumbles.

Names included Sister Aimee Semple McPherson, John G. Lake, William Seymour, Smith Wigglesworth, Evan Roberts and A. A. Allan. Of course I have always been fascinated with the pulse of evangelism, and here I even had a couple born in Ontario, Canada, and just down the road (Aimee and Lake).

The narratives were filled with images of yearning crowds, honest prayer gatherings, bold sidewalk witnessing, healing of sickness and despair and sincere compassion for the hungry and minimalized. How often I had wanted to walk in their steps. Even now you might be suspecting the problem here. “Their steps”. And what about the steps of Jesus, including reproach, misunderstanding, suspicion and downright abuse?

I am convinced that each of these faith “heroes” operated under a novel and God-given burden and vision. It was theirs. I am never to attempt to copy it. The author of this book almost gives such a suggestion.

The Lord does not use me where I am not. He uses me where I find myself, with the attributes He has built into me, and among a group of friends and acquaintances encountered over a lifetime.

Oh yes, the occasional David Livingstone or Mary Slessor goes to Africa; Hudson Taylor goes to China; William Carey goes to India; John Williams goes to the isles of the Pacific. But in each case the Good Shepherd went before and drew the servant with unmistakable cords. They were not wishful thinkers or dreamers.

Our Lord has a host of assignments, and all over the place. You will recognize your specific call if you remain humble, prayerful and alert. It was His plan to birth you where He did, and it will be the same with ministry. My comments would apply equally to congregations mystified with this copy-cat business.

A striking example now comes to mind. In the early years of this 21st century, an organizing group sought to re-visit the place and spirit of the Azusa Street Revival (100 years later). It was presumption, not faith or burden God-given. It fizzled.

A World, Just Within Reach

That I might go

To some exotic place

And raise a chin

And raise a heart

With Grace

And test my steel

Against a land and clime

And show dark hearts

A walk and way sublime.

But here I stay

Familiar job and street

And noisy kids

That patter at my feet.

Is there some pain

Some tear I’m meant to find?

And comfort

In the love of Christ?

Have I been blind? (Doug)